Twisted Wonderland 2

Titan Striking

Leona and Jamil approach a large metal door.

"We're coming up on the next containment facility." Leona states. "If the map's right, this should be the last one. There are bound to be some seriously powerful phantoms in there. Better get your head in the game."

Jamil nods.

The boys walk into the containment facility. The red emergency lights are off, leaving the boys in the dark.

"Huh." Leona flicks an ear. "It's pitch black in here. I can't see a thing."

"I'll conjure a light." Jamil creates an orb of light from his hand. He raises the orb into the air, lighting up the room. His eyes widen. "What in the world?"

The room is absolutely trashed. Cages flung to the floor, smashed and torn apart. Black puddles are everywhere, some even thrown on the walls. It looks like a war zone happened.

"The cages are smashed to bits. And not just one or two of 'em." Leona observes.

"Did Ortho do this? I can't imagine why..." Jamil pauses. "Wait, hold on. There are bits of ice on the debris."

"Ice..." Leona narrows his eyes. "So the titan strikes again. I did think our victory was a little anticlimactic last time. This is much better."

"Maybe it was the impact from the fall?" Jamil suggests. "Or its could've just thrown a temper tantrum. Either way, it made a real mess of the place."

Jamil walks over to the other side of the room. "The exit's busted open and frozen over. What's the call here? We could theoretically keep going."

Leona glances around the room. "Right now the phantoms are hiding from the titan, but give 'em a bit and they'll get aggressive again. There's only one way down to the bottom. I don't like the idea of getting pincered between a bunch of phantoms and the Titan." Leona gestures to the door they came through. "We need to close that door for our own safety. A containment facility's gotta have an emergency lock somewhere."

"An emergency lock, hmm..." Jamil pulls out the map. "I think the map mentioned something about that... aha. Here it is! 'In the event of an emergency, retrieve the key to remotely lock the door from box B-113.'" Jamil glances at the box. "Wait. There's no key!"

"What?" Leona examines the box. "There are traces of blot on the box. One of the phantoms must've gotten to it first. How about that, we got a clever one. Must be waiting for us to leave so it can get outta here and be free"

Jamil glances to a cluster of cages. "It's probably hiding in one of the cages: Lêt's go find it."

As the boys approach one cage, the phantom inside starts banging against the cage.

"The phantom in this one's really kicking up a fuss." Jamil says.

Leona twirls his pen between his fingers. "Let's just take it out before it tries anything."

Jamil nods. "Understood. I'll open the cage."

"And I'll blast it away." Leona smirks. "No promises I won't hit you, though."

Jamil rolls his eyes. "Gee, thanks for the heads up. Okay, here goes nothing."

Jamil blasts the cage door open. The phantom inside immediately lunges but is met with a shot to the head by Leona. As the phantom dissolves, Jamil checks the cage.

"Any key in here?" Jamil sighs. "Doesn't look like it."

"Not even work the effort." Leona yawns, sitting atop one of the cages. "I'm startin' to feel a little sluggish."